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𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

"Good morning class! You can all begin working on your assignment for the day. Remember that your project is due this Friday, and no later than that." Ms. Lanor announced as I came into the classroom.

For the project that she assigned, we are supposed to pick a planet from out of our Solar system and make a 3D model of it.

Then, she told us to take a separate piece of paper and use it to write down 5 fun facts about our model.

I chose to do my model on the Earth.

We live on the mf so I would think that it would be the easiest one to do.

I quickly went to go get my supplies. I got a foam ball, paint, paint brushes to go with it, a small cup of water, and one lined piece of paper.

Walking back to my seat I saw Desani sitting down in the chair next to mine scrolling through his phone.

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡.

I paid him no mind as I sat down in my seat getting ready to start our project.

"Heya Tyrese!"

I instantly cringed at the sound of my name being yelled. Looking up I saw Noah, he smiled and waved his hand at me. Showcasing his crooked teeth.

"Hey." I dryly replied.

Noah was ok I guess, we weren't friends but we talked once in a while. He's just a little bit of a weirdo, and he says a lot of corny shit sometimes but he's alright.

"What planet did you guys pick for your project?" He asked me.

I glanced over at Desani, "Well, the planet that 𝐈 picked out for 𝐎𝐔𝐑 project. The planet that 𝐈𝐌 working on completing right now and 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄 is the Earth."

That was mad shady. But oh well, I hope his ass got the message.

"Oh, well hopefully it works out for you..?" He raised his eyebrow confused.

I shrugged, "Yea, hopefully."
.........

"CUT!" I yelled to one of my teammates in the school's gym.

He ran towards the middle of the paint, I bounced passed him the ball making him go up for a layup.

"Hoeeeemygoddd." I groaned seeing Desani run up from behind him and smack the ball down.

"Who guarding this nigga?" I asked everyone on the court.

They all looked at me and shrugged.

Ole puss puss ass niggas. Ion care how good the nigga is, how just gon leave him open like that?

I shook my head at the sight, "man I got him, damn."

Now I gotta guard Bryce James jr ass. These Niggas know this ain't a fair matchup.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐤.

I checked the ball up with one of his teammates then started to dribble my way through the defense.

I dribbled myself to the corner, a place I was comfortable making shots.

"Shit," I mumbled. This nigga Desani already guarding me, I can't even make my shot.